Everyone knew you were a fein. I mean, it wasn’t on pure accident that Caleb would show up to his frat or classes with messy concealer barely covering the hickeys all over his neck. Usually, he didn’t mind any of it, in fact he thought it was your way of marking him and it oddly turned him on, but his neck just felt sounbelievably sore.

You were on your way home to your shared apartment, excited to pounce on him to pepper him with kisses, only now, you were seated on the couch, getting scolded on how you need to “hold back on the love a little”.

“Baby, I love you, but my entire neck is sore.” Caleb sighed with a sheepish smile.